And my sympathies to you regarding your bad upbringing. As a lot of people have discussed here, we bring with us a lot of bad habits and emotional baggage to our relationships that we need to work on.

So this entire argument is fucked from the start. Let’s ask why the person “making more money” gets to kick back and sit on a throne at home while the other person spends more of their time doing everything else? Let’s also talk about types of labor: a middle manager who sits at a desk all day is definitely not doing…

Men who have those skills are attractive af regardless of how they look physically. Men who brag about having those skills and whine about women who won’t give them a chance are unattractive regardless of appearance and are chasing supermodels themselves 99% of the time.

YES! Asking is part of the emotional labor! I should not have to ask for the laundry to be put away after I did all the loads and folded it. I should not have to ask for the dishwasher to be emptied or the recycling to go out.

Drop. In. The. Bucket.

Do you have two hands and a functioning brain? Great! Make your own list. Nothing is stopping you. 

Seriously. Lots of “it would never happen to me!” here. And no acknowledgment that pre-kids domestic labor is a drop in the bucket compared to what happens after kids. He may be doing exactly what he did before kids, but it’s like a dribble compared to the onslaught of drudgery afteward.

A small anecdote to illustrate the subjective perception of work performed: my then-husband once said with a straight face that he did equal amounts of cooking because he “cooked all summer.” Even without taking into consideration that summer in Canada is but three golden months, what really happened was that I did…

How often do the dishes need to be done versus how often does a garden shed need to be built?

“WHO MAKES MY LIST, MOTHERFUCKER?” is the bumper sticker I never knew I could need so much. That right there. 

My partner would do this, leave food, various bottles or dishes, clothes on the floor leaving me to guess what’s clean when I did the laundry, not fix things, literally trashed a room looking for a power cord and left it that way for 6 months before I fixed it because I needed to create some office space. But when…

I mean, anecdotally-speaking, can tell you this is what happened to me. I was slowly growing more resentful that I was working 70+ hour weeks and somehow all of the domestic work was falling to me (even though he’s worked from home for 5 years before COVID).

oh hell, it has accelerated. “but I did a chore!” yes, but I did fifty billion OTHER chores while you were asleep because you needed a break. congratulations, here’s a cookie.

That’s the thing. They do, but while we’re talking about equality, it’s not the same thing.

The original comment reads like a cry for help of someone struggling- this response isn’t really necessary!

Can we combine these concepts into a screenplay about a group of evil ball-smashing feminist hags who develop a secret highly contagious black-magic-based bioweapon that will kill all men? We can call it “Coven 19.” I’m available to co-write.

Or she wanted to be near her mother who she loves and trusts.

That’s true of all married men isn’t it?

As someone who was once part of a similar insurrection against arrogant, incompetent, and condescending management, I want to applaud all of y’all for today’s showing. I’m sure you’re simultaneously enjoying the fun of mutiny while also understanding the risk. Please also know how much it means to us here in the feebl…

Cal State, not University of California.